Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.